This is the most depressing time of the year for me and has got me thinking about whether or not there is such a thing as the “one” for me. I am 33 years old and have not had a serious relatonship.
Maybe it’s just not in the cards for me. As much as I enjoy my bachelor lifestyle with all my electronic toys and computers, I would someday like to get married and share my life with someone. I don’t enjoy always being alone. Sometimes, yes, it is fun and relaxing to be alone but other times, it’s downright depressing.
There are times I have felt that I have already met my “one.” She’s already in my past. Why? Because I blew it. I just know it. Maybe she’ll re-appear again, but will I blow it again? Probably but I sure hope not.
Perhaps I am just feeling sorry for myself. But I am not. I am just having some thoughts now that VD is just a week away. A lot of people who know me have read my anti-VD poems from past years. I have never had a good one and one day I hope I will. But until then… (Here is a poem I wrote 2 years ago this month)
“V.D. (2005)”
It’s almost Valentine’s Day,
Can it not go away,
Cakes, candy, and cookies,
Leave me alone, please?
Lots of roses and jewelry,
I see them on t.v.,
No pressure on the man,
Buy the best one you can.
I’ll spend V.D. on my own,
Not even on the telephone,
I’ll have a few drinks,
And toast myself, me thinks.
Don’t anybody cry for me,
This is the way it has to be,
No candlelight dinner or romance,
No having to learn to dance.
No cards or helium balloons,
With pictures of big-ass baboons,
No candy hearts that say “Be Mine.”
You know, that is a crime.
All is well in the world today,
I’ll celebrate V.D. my own way,
Watching “24” on my big screen t.v.,
Sounds like a plan to me!
http://www.mmolenda.com/poetry/VD.htm
Now, don’t I sound like the perfect catch?
